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Last Time:

Lance and Marc showered together but
they both were so weary fooling around was thelast thing on their minds. After drying
each other they went straight to bed.

Snuggling up to Marc Lance said, "Thank
you for today."

" You're welcome."

"Marc. . . Do you miss not marching
with the drum corps?"

"Yeah. But working with them as their
arranger helps."

"But it can't be the same as marching
with them."

"No. It's not the same. But if I would
have marched this year I would never have met you."

"In a way I'm glad you didn't march
this year," Lance said. "And I can see how hard it is on you not being
able to march again."

"Who said I can't march again?"

"Well you aged out. So you are too old
to march with a drum corps."

"Wrong, love of my life. I may be too
old for junior drum corps but there still is senior drum corps."

"Senior corps?"

"Yeah for us old guys," Marc said. "And
it just happens that there is a senior corps in Orlando."

"There is?"

"Yep. The Heat Wave. So if I get bored
with hanging around pop boy bands all the time I can go play with the Heat
Wave."

Lance frowned. "You think you are going
to get bored?"

"Never with you James. Never with you."

"Good. I think I'll keep you too." Lance
said as he snuggled close. "Good night, Love."

"Night, James. I love you," Marc said
as they both drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 34The Day After

An urgent need to pee woke Marc. Slowly
opening his eyes Marc saw that it was beginning to get light out. Slipping
out of bed Marc quietly made his way to the bathroom. His morning piss
hardon stood up at forty-five degrees from his belly. Reaching the
bathroom Marc stood in front of the toilet trying to bend his painfully
hard penis down, trying to aim at the toilet bowl. The only problem was
when he had it pointed in the right direction there was no way he could
pee.

The sound of shuffling feet coming into
the bathroom told him that Lance was awake. Coming up behind Marc Lance
wrapped his arms around Marc's waist. Leaning in hekissed Marc on his back between his shoulder
blades. "Hurry up. I have to pee too,"Lance said sleepily.

"I'm trying. But I can't get it started,"
Marc said.

"What's the problem?"

"You try to pee with your dick bent at
ninety degrees."

"No thank you," Lance said. "I know how
much it hurts when it's hard and I have to pee bad."

"I don't know if I can do this."

"Well you can stand on your head in front
of the toilet. Then it would at least be pointing the right direction,"
Lance chuckled.

"I'm standing here in pain, and you are
making jokes."

Taking Marc by the shoulders Lance said,
"Come on. Go stand in the shower and pee."

"Good idea," Marc agreed as he moved into
the shower. After a moment of trying Marc said, "I still can't pee."

"Just relax," Lance said as his own stream
could be heard hitting the water in the toilet. That's all it took,
the sound of Lance peeing was all Marc needed. "Oh, Yeah!" as relief finally
came."

Lance finished his business and turned
to see Marc standing with his hands on his hips.His head was thrown back and his eyes
closed as a powerful stream of liquid shot upward toward the showerhead.
The expression on Marc's face changed from a grimace to one of blissful
relief.

"Damn! I've never seen anyone pee so much.
I think you must a hose stuck up your ass."

"You can check for yourself," Marc said
finishing up. "Besides nothing is ever going up there but the man I love."

"Have you found him yet?" Lance asked as
he stepped into the shower with Marc.

"I believe so," Marc said as he turned
on the water and adjusted the temperature.

Turning to face Lance Marc leaned in giving
him a deep kiss.

As they broke the kiss Lance looked into
Marc's eyes. "Ah, Marc. Ah, are you saying you are ready to move on to
the next step?" Lance nervously asked.

Marc pulled Lance in tight and under the
warm spray. Running a finger along Lance's jaw line. "Neither of us is
ready for that yet. But I promise, when it happens I want it to be with
you."

Lance smiled up at Marc. "Have I told you
today how much I love you?"

"You just did," Marc said. From outside
the shower came a noise.

Then they heard it again. Lance started
to laugh.

"Chris and Joey are next door aren't they?"
Marc softly asked.

"Yeah, it's probably Joey taking a dump.
That guy produces more gas than anyone I know."

Lance and Marc smiled at each other. Than
a realization hit them both. "Oh, shit!" Marc exclaimed as he pushed
Lance and himself from under the shower spray. An instant later they heard
the flush of the toilet in the next room and the shower instantly turned
super hot.

As the shower stall filled with steam Lance
said, "That was too close."

"Yeah, I need to talk to Pete about staying
at better hotels."

The temperature of the water quickly returned
to normal. Stepping back under the sprayMarc gave Lance a soft kiss before he
started to lather Lance. Quickly working his waydown Lance's front he had him turn around
so he could wash his back. Lance reciprocated by giving Marc a quick but
gentle wash. Quickly drying off, they jumped back into the warm bed. Marc
spooned up to Lance, draping his right arm over Lance, and pulled him in
tight. Giving Lance a soft kiss on the shoulder, Marc softly said, "I love
you, James." Their breathing slowed as they both drifted off to sleep.

There was a knock at the door as Lance
slipped on his shoes. "Marc, are you ready?"

"Yeah I'm ready," Marc said as he picked
up his wallet and cell. Opening the door theyfound their friends waiting.

"No it wasn't," Marc said. "And what was
going on will remain between Lance and me."

"Good," JC said. "I'm starving so let's
get down to the restaurant and get breakfast."

Their waitress quickly took their breakfast
order. Marc noticed Joey and Justin writing something in a notebook. "What
are you two up to?" Marc asked.

"Something for sound check," Joey said.
"We thought that we would spice up our soundcheck a bit."

"How?" Marc inquired.

"With some of this," Joey said as he handed
Marc the notebook.

Marc read over the list and chuckled. "Did
all this really happen?"

Justin grinned, "You bet it did."

"How are you planning on working this stuff
into sound check?"

"We thought if sound control fed everything
over the sound system the audience wouldget a little view of what goes on behind
the scenes of our show," Joey said.

"And how would you like to try your hand
at a new job?" Justin asked.

"Ah, what job?" Marc asked.

"Stage director," Joey answered. "Most
of the time the director's console is just offstage. We thought what if we move it on
stage and you get to call the shots duringsound check."

"And something tells me this sound check
will not run so smoothly if most ofwhat you have on this list happens," Marc
said with a chuckle.

"Will you do it?" Justin asked.

"Of course I'll do it. But you guys have
to promise to give these kids a good show in theend."

"When we are done fooling around we will
do each song straight," Joey said.

Justin and Joey were standing at the main
entrance to the arena looking out through theglass doors. "Any sign yet?" Justin asked.

"No nothing yet," Joey said. "Wait, I think
I hear something." Cocking an ear, Joeyheard the faint beat of a single drummer.

Looking out the doors they spotted a police
car turn the corner with it's lights flashing.Directly behind it was a lone drummer
followed by a mass of young people marchingeight abreast.

"Here comes the Pied Piper now," Joey said.

"It's more like the Pied Drummer," Justin
chuckled.

The main floor of the arena quickly filled
with young people as they marched in to thebeat of Marc's drum cadence.

Marc removed his drum as he climbed the
stairs to the stage. Trading his drum for hisheadset Marc walked out to the center
of the stage and looked out into the audience.

"Good morning," Marc called out.

"Good morning, Marc," the crowd
shouted back.

"First of all I want to thank all of you
for the great show last night," Marc said. "And now the reason you are
here."

"We hope it's to see *Nsync," a
female voice shouted.

Marc chuckled, "I think that can be arranged.
But I do have to tell you if you are expecting to see their show you are
going to be disappointed."

There were moans from the crowd.

"You see," Marc continued. "*Nsync's management
would not allow them to do a free show. But they didn't say they couldn't
have a few friends in to watch their sound check."

A cheer went up.

"Yesterday, some of the guys had an opportunity
to experience drum corps first hand. They saw what you all go through
to bring your show to the field. So they thought you might find it interesting
to see what goes on behind the scenes of their show."

"Marc, sound is ready," came the voice
from above.

"Roger that," Marc said as he went to a
control panel at stage right. "Lighting are you ready?"

"We're ready."

"We need the band on stage," Marc said.
"Let's have everyone take their places."

The band took their places on stage and
started their warm-up. Justin came across stage bouncing his basketball.
There were shrieks from the audience. Justin stopped center stage and smiled
at the shrieking girls. Marc shook his head and rolled his eyes at Justin's
behavior.

"Hey, Marc, what's up?" Justin asked.

"Ah, sound check," Marc said looking around
the stage. "Where are the others?"

"They are around. Do you need them?"

"Unless you are planning a solo career
I think it would help if they were here for this," Marc said. Flipping
a switch on his control panel Marc's much louder voice went out over the
sound system. "Joey, Lance, Chris, JC, you're presence is required on
stage."

JC came on stage riding a bicycle and just
narrowly missed Lance who walked on stagewhile reading a book. Joey and Chris had
their arms full with their flying harness and their electronics. Joey handed
out the headsets and radio packs to everyone.

"Can we have a mike check please?" Marc
asked.

"One two one two lalalalala one lalala
testing lalala one lala testing lalalalala," came thejumble of sound as all five tested at
once.

"One at a time!" Marc shouted.

"Ok," they all said together them they
all started again. "One two lalala testing lalalala one two testing lalalala."

"Quiet!" Marc said in frustration. "Justin,
you first."

"Testing, testing, one two, lalalalala."

"JC."

"Testing one two three lalalala."

"Ok, Chris."

"Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Dooooooooo"

"Joey, please."

"Do, do wah, re, re, mi, mi, mi, oh yeah."

"And, Lance, sound check please."

"Testing one two three. Can everyone hear
me out there?"

A big shout of "yes" came from the
audience.

"Cool," Lance said as he flashed them a
smile.

"All right," Marc said. "Gentlemen, will
you please stretch before we begin."

They all started doing stretching exercises.
Twisting, reaching and bending, and as they were bending over touching
their toes a loud ripping sound could be heard. Joey immediately stood
up and placed his hands on his rear end.

"Ah, Joey. Is there a problem?" Marc asked.

Joey looked over at Marc and nodded. Chris
who was a few feet behind Joey looked and said, "Joey, man, you had a blow
out."

JC walked over and also looked. "Ah, Marc.
Joey has a big problem here."

Marc went over to look for himself. "Damn!
Is that what I think?"

"He's not wearing mohair undies," Chris
said.

"That's what I thought. We need wardrobe
out here."

"Marc, wardrobe is not available. She went
shopping." Came a voice from off stage.

"Well, he can't continue this way," Marc
said.

Billy the head carpenter walked out and
assessed the problem. "Yep, lost the whole rear end," Billy said.

"Have any ideas?" Marc asked still looking
at Joey's backside.

Billy pondered for a moment then reached
for something on his tool belt. "I could staple it shut," Billy said holding
up his staple gun.

"No! No staples!" Joey said.

"Naw. Any other ideas?" Marc asked.

Billy thought for a second then reached
for something else on his tool belt. Holding up aroll of duct tape Billy pulled off a length
and applied it to Joey's backside. Marc nodded, "That should work."

Joey shifted around in his paints and his
face showed a grimace.

"Everything all right?" Marc asked.

Joey nodded, "Duct tape. Should work."

Chris chuckled, "Well he will have less
hair back there."

The remaining of the sound check went off
with only a few planned glitches. The kids ofthe corps enjoyed the light moments and
went wild when the guys got serious and performed five of their songs.

Right after the sound check everyone broke
for lunch. Marc was eating lunch with the guys when Pete came in. "Hey,
Pete, what's up?" Chris asked.

"Well you guys have the rest of the afternoon
free," Pete said. "You all don't have anything until your meet and greet
at five."

"Great! What do you guys want to do?" Justin
asked.

"How about a movie or something?" Joey
suggested.

"Sounds like fun," Marc said.

Pete tossed several folders in front of
Marc.

"What's this?" Marc asked.

"What we will be doing this afternoon,"
Pete said. "You played all morning now you need to get back to work."

"Bummer," Justin said.

"This doesn't seem fair," Lance said.

Marc put up a hand. "Don't start, guys.
My job is not to just baby-sit you guys. I knew what I was getting into,
I thought, when I took this job. Now I've got work to do," Marc said as
he looked at the folders. "I'll see you all after your meet and greet."

Marc worked on checking and double-checking
all the details for the next seven days. The guys had five concerts scheduled
in five different states. "Damn. Looks like we
are going to be living on that bus," Marc thought.

It was hours later when Marc was able to
take a break. Looking at his watch he knew Lance would still be in meet
and greet. Sitting back Marc reached for his cell.

"Good afternoon, Big Bear Lake Hospital.
This is Judy, how may I direct your call."

"Hi, Judy, this is Marc Newman."

"Hi, Marc, how you doing?"

"I doing great. Judy, is Sara or my dad
on duty?"

"Your dad is in the delivery room and Sara
is working on two."

"Can you transfer me to two?"

"Sure, Marc."

"Hello, second floor nurse's station. This
is nurse Morgan, how may I help you."

"Hey, beautiful, what are you up to?"

"Marc! Is that you?"

"Yep, I had a few extra minutes in my schedule
and I'd thought I'd check in."

"Where are you?"

"On the bus," Marc said.

"I mean what city?"

"Allentown, Pennsylvania. I thought Josh
would keep you up-to-date on where we are."

"He does. But I haven't talked to him in
two days."

"He had a lot of free time yesterday."

"I was working the clinic yesterday and
he knew I can't talk when I'm working there."

"Oh, and I kind of filled up his evening,"
Marc said understanding.

"How did your little surprise go?"

"I think I got them all hooked on drum
corps."

Sara laughed, "Good! At least Josh will
know what I'm talking about when I tell him about going to a competition."

"Talking about Josh, did you get the ticket
I sent you?"

"Yes! It came Friday."

"Good," Marc said.

"What kind of schedule do you guys have
coming up?"

"A bad one; five concerts in seven days.
We will be living on our bus the whole time."

"How are you and Lance doing?"

Marc smiled, "We're doing all right. But
I can't wait for this tour to end."

"Why?"

"So we can have some time to ourselves,"
Marc said with a sigh.

"Do I detect a problem?"

"No. It's just that since we met we have
never really been alone."

"No time alone?"

"No not really. There is always one of
the guys in the next room. And when we do get a chance to talk we have
to keep our voices down."

"That's kind of rough. Can't you guys get
off by yourselves?"

"There's very little time for that."

"Josh said you guys managed to have a evening
alone."

Marc sighed, "We got that time only because
we fell asleep while everyone else was getting ready to go out."

Sara laughed, "Josh said they didn't have
the heart to wake you two."

"We woke up a half hour after we were supposed
to leave."

"But you two did take advantage of the
time together didn't you?"

Marc smiled as he remembered that night.
"Yeah, that was a good night."

"Just grab every moment you can, little
brother."

"We do. But there just is not too much
of them," Marc said.

"I'm beginning to wonder just how much
time Josh and I will have together," Sara softly said.

"I'm working on it. I just confirmed the
hotel reservations this afternoon. You will have the room next to Josh."

"Will someone pick me up?" Sara asked.

"I will meet your plane. I have set it
up so I will be coming ahead of the guys with the security team. You will
be safely in your room when their bus arrives."

"I can't wait to see all you guys again."

"Yeah, sure you are," Marc teased.

"What. Don't you believe that I miss you?"

"I believe you miss me but some how I feel
that my name is not at the top of your list."

"No comment," Sara softly said.

Marc heartily laughed, "Tell Dad I called
and I miss him."

"I will. Give Lance my love."

"I will. I love you, Sis."

The meet and greet ended and the guys were
escorted back stage. "Now we can getsomething to eat," Justin said.

"Where's Marc working?" Chris asked.

"He's out on the bus," Lance said. "I'll
go get him."

Lance headed out to the bus and Justin
started to follow. JC grabbed Justin by the armand put a finger to his lips indicating
not to say anything.

When Lance was out of ear shot Justin asked.
"What's up?"

"We needed to talk without Lance and Marc
around." JC said.

"Is everything set?" Chris asked.

"Yes, the crew will go to work while we
are on stage," Joey said.

"Are they going to have enough time to
get it all done?" Chris asked.

"The crew said everything is ready to go.
All we have to do is keep Marc and Lance offthe bus until after the show," JC said.

"Is Marc playing tonight?" Justin asked.

"I talked to Brian and it is all set,"
JC said. "Marc will be in the band tonight."